Feb 22 Frank Russell
through winter's tears
i look for spring.
i feel the years
of trying, all the mornings rising
coming into focus,
the sense of being one grain
of sand on the larger
beach of humanity, and with my
hands I pray,
wipe away
the cold season's sadness
stand again to face the madness.
and beyond
spring's watery winching,
slid between
winter and summer lusting,
i am autumn in wait.
i am fall in my soul.
i am grace
slipped of trellis
for want of stronger wind,
knowing through winter's final tears
i will find
power from within, set upon
this length of life, the strength
to rise again.
  Feb 17 Frank Russell
patty m
A soft autumnal night
shaped our time, its coral tracings
hurtling down the mountainside
from skies diluted purple.
Let psyche be a sphere
that sets globes awhirl,
again to see the sun
by rising set.
  Dec 2017 Frank Russell
patty m
Today the sparrow chirps inside my head.  Tiny wings flitter nervously from the hedge darting out for bread newly spread upon the lawn.

I  throw it everyday but still they're nervous and I can't blame them as my own heart beats rapidly in sorrow.

a friendship broken
and still my heart cries in pain
fluttering wingless

Could it be these tiny birds are totem of the sad and butterflies the totem of new life and hope?  

sage little sparrows
tiny heads peeking through hedge
watching for the hawk

The rabbits are nibbling late summer grass.  Their tiny noses and ears twitch.  Some will fall while others flourish, the world isn't always kind . Gentle furry friend your baby is bigger now and no longer stays close to the hedge but cavorts upon the lawn as all children do; Still she's not quite as knowledgeable as you my friend with fur so soft and gentle eyes.  Yet you will both survive this city living, hopping through the spray of sprinklers on lawns, digging holes ever watchful.  Perhaps we all learn to adapt even soft furry creatures.

Today a bunny
burrows protecting new life
small carrots my gift

Last night the leopard roamed through my dreams.  I felt the thrill of the hunt, teeth sinking into flesh and still I'm t repelled. This is life and the leopard too must eat and yet she only kills to feed her hunger, she's not vindictive and for some reason she grounds me.  To survive one must be strong.  In light of moon she urges me on stilling frantic thoughts and giving me purpose.

essense of fleetness
necessity is living
surviving through pain

As a child I remember the zoo rides on the elephant. What a gorgeous creature she was. A special saddle was set atop her back and little children were placed in a row to ride upon this gentle giant.  I loved to feel her rough hide, and the touch of her inquisitive trunk. Yet even as I felt dwarfed in her presence I saw something so powerfully wondrous in her eyes, a strength of character and wisdom as if life had taught her so much and she wanted someone to understand.  
When I rode atop her I felt light as if I had wings, there was no mistrust or any frightening vibes, just a glorious feeling akin to euphoria.  Once she was sad and I saw tears in her eyes.  I didn't ride her that day just being near her was enough.

mountain of wisdom
the earth quakes beneath your feet
and yet you shed tears
  Dec 2017 Frank Russell
i'm not sure
at what age
others come to terms,
like me at almost 52,
with our mortality,
the contract hits
we're born as.
i guess this to be
a great cosmic joke
i stopped laughing about
a few years ago, when poetry
gathered in my throat
and the pen that appeared
in the palm of my hand
kept me from grabbing
a rope. i wrote.
i write.

dried blood
from my stubbed toe
in the night
i found on the floor
one morning.
how easily it flaked
and was gone
when scrubbed. how easily
we are gone
from the light of the sun
and absorbed
into the earth as dirt.

i think we are
our most special
as a collective soul.
in the throes
of death
we are solo,
but going forward
we aren't alone.
  Nov 2017 Frank Russell
patty m
Scorching summer 
all the days past
fluttering off the calendar
as the glory of autumn reappears.
Sweet scent of coriander
green incense sticks offered to household Gods.
Forest and earth twice blessed
as rain falls 
                        I listen 
carried on waves
of your breath,
shadow stroking
the trusting kiss
the face behind the face
relaxed in sleep
I am your roots
your bone your gristle,
earth's curve our circle.
stretched into time
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